Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN ROD. He hurled their hats across the fields, thus leading them into the tallest of the grass. With what pleasure did they see their home but just across the field ! When at last they reached shelter, how dilapidated they did look! Hair disheveled, clothes wet, and, worst of all, their frizzes straight as rods. F. LOCALS. EDITED 1JY A wise youth it was who aston- ished us by placing Quincy in Suf- folk county. If a nail be driven in the centre of the sole of a shoe that squeaks the noise will cease. “A word to the wise is sufficient.” Teacher—The brother of Mary is sick too. Pupil—“Le frerc de Mari esl ma- la de tropR Teacher—“Too much husband in that. Daisy Bkmis, ’95, Rose Coyle, ’96. Mary Gavin, ’94, Helen Turner, ’96, Chas. Anderson, ’96, Mary Pitts, ’95. “Leaves of autumn, ye are fall- ing with a patter like the rain.” Teacher—What is the sign for “therefore”? Pupil—Hence. A certain pupil declared that the Romans were placed on top of each other in time of war. A pupil in Geometry ’96 pro- pounded a new fact the other day,—the whole is less than a part. Teacher—Explain complementa- ry angles. Pupil—Complementary angles— complementary angles—I dunno. The use of pneumonia (ammo- nia) for destroying moths has just been discovered by a certain high- ly (?) educated lady of this city. Aristarchus of Samos was the first to assert that the earth moved, for which he was accused before the court of Areopaqua of violating morality, and introducing innova- tions in religion. “Are these your bones, Miss ----?” sounds rather ominous, but when we reflect that it is in the Physiology class, and all are ex- pected to bring in specimens of burned and acid-eaten bones to note the materials of bone matter, nobody now shudders. We are all anticipating much happiness at the thought of-the re- turn of our principal. There is, however, one saddening thought when we remember that his return sends away Mr. Akers, who has been substituting for him, and has become a true friend to us all. Should Vergil be in a position to hear pur remarkable translations of his great poem, we are quite positive his regret at ever writing it would ruin his peace of mind, wherever he abides. A pupil in Physics A. was asked to recite, but said he left his book at home. When told the subject, he still could not recite, and then was informed that he must have left that at home too. PYench ’94.—Teacher—Trans- late “ Vans pourriez vous blesser, si la personne qjie vous voulez frapper se retirait. Pupil—You may bless yourself if the person whom you wish to strike retires. Darwin’s theory is verified ! A hand organ, man and monkey be- ing the attraction, one of the fasci- nated little ones announced in awed tones that he preferred giv- ing his cent to “the monkey’s father instead of to the monkey.” Three of Wednesday’s selections by ’96 were quite suggestive: “Treasure-digging,” “A Ghost,” and “Elegy in a Country Church- yard.” It is to be hoped that the the three young ladies who spoke these did not find “a ghost” while “digging” for “treasure” “in a conn- no o n try church-yard. Teacher—Translate “Orso tour- nait les feuillets de son cahier de musique, et regardait les 4'panics et les cheveux blonds de la vir- tuose Pupil—Orso turned the leaves of his music book, and looked at the shoulders and white horses of the songstress.

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THE GOLDEN ROD. TtrnirtJTtiii----------------- preparation. The object of the won is id develop the mind, to ena- ble the student to grasp a subject readily, to teach him to think quick- ly and logically, and to express such thoughts in good English. So far the members of the class have shown much interest in this unique work, and before long we hope to receive some very fine articles from this class of journalists. To s ow how different minds will handle the same subject in the same length of time and under the same conditions, one or more of the papers will be produced from time to time in the Golden Rod, under the heading “Time Sketches from Our Journalists.” mcg. TIME SKETCHES FROM OUR JOURNALISTS. The arrival of fall is made man- ifest to us by the beautiful colors which the autumn leaves have as- sumed. The leaves that a week ago were green are turned to gorgeous shades of crimson and gold. In the morning, when the sun has just risen and the mist is just cleared from the atmosphere, the leaves of the wood seem ablaze, so truly do they reflect the morn- ing sunlight. The grass, too, has lost its bright color, and has taken for its fall attire a sober tint ot grayish brown, as if in mourning for the past glory of the trees. The chillness of the morning and evening air warns us that soon —ah soon, will the bright warm weather leave us. Our flower gar- dens tell us the same sad .story. The beautiful roses of the warm season are gone, and nothing is left now save the hardiest plants. Along the roadside and through- out the fields there is to be seen only the gaudy golden rod and un- assuming asters. This bright lit- tle golden rod seems loath to part from us, for after all others are faded and gone, still its golden hue is visible, until finally cold, wintry weather nips it. Jack Frost has also been at work upon the chestnut burrs. Along the roadside we see the burrs now fallen from the trees and partially burst open, while from the open door may be seen a merry brown face gazing with evident de- light upon this frost-bitten world. F. CA UGHT IN THE RAIN ONE afternoon in the early part of October four young ladies started in the direction of a large wood. Each carried a basket and a long stick, from which fact you may surmise that they were going to gather something in the woods, and in order to get it with- in their grasp it was necessary to make use of the long sticks which they carried. In order to do away with sus- pense, it may be said that they were going on a nutting expe- dition. Any one who has ever been on one of these expeditions knows how to appreciate the sport. Besides the fun of gathering the nuts, the scenery in the woods in autumn is always beautiful. The exquisite coloring of the leaves, and the grass clothed in its garb of grayish brown, form a striking contrast with the brightness of the sunshine. As time sped on the sport in- creased, and so absorbed were the young ladies in their work that a huge black cloud which covered the face of the sun was not noticed by them. Soon the wind sprang up and sent the fallen leaves dancing through the grove. It was only then that the girls discovered that a storm was brewing, and they at once gathered up their baskets and started for home, but they had not fairly emerged from the grove before the rain began to fall. Then they tried to run, but so heavily laden were they with the fruits of the forest that little progress was made, and they finally resolved to take their time and get wet. How it did rain ! It seemed as if the “flood-gates of Heaven” were opened wide, and their waters al- lowed to gush forth. The poor girls! What a wetting they did get! It seemed as if the rain fell only upon them. The wind, too, seemed inclined to torment them.

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THE GOLDEN ROD. The imploring accent of one of our young men was overpowering as in his French recitation he called out “Mama me.” (Mon tna mes.) French ’95.—We think we must have turned cannibals; who else would have thought of translating Le ptre ct la mire, “the father ate the mother ? Our popular teacher in cooking has commenced her labors with us. We have received warning that we are to “Look out for those future homes, and now is your chance!” Rhetoric A.—Teacher—Correct the sentence, “The woman was innocent of the charge, but her character was spoiled.” Pupil—The woman was innocent of the charge, but her inhabitation was spoiled. EDITED BY Jennie Griffin. '94, Alice Pope. ’94, Mary Monahan,’94, Lillian Bates,‘95, Helen Delory,'94. Alice Sampson, 95, Edith Eaton,'96. Jennie Phillips, once of ’96, is learning telegraphy. Miss Hatch, ’96, is at the Girls’ Latin School, Boston. Master Dunn, ’96, has left us to join the business men’s world. Harold Moody, ’95, attends the Cambridge Manual TrainingSchool. Master Whittemore, ’95, is with the Edison Electric Company, Bos- ton. Percy Hull, formerly of ’95, is employed at Boynton Russell’s, Wollaston. Superintendent Lull has just re- turned from his second visit to the World’s Fair. Harry Wilder, 96, has returned from a two weeks’ trip to Washing- ton and the World’s Fair: Miss Carrie C. Norton, a former graduate, was married September 28, 1893, and now resides at Forest Hills. We wish her much happi- ness in her new life. Annie Eaton, ’91, is attending the Boston Normal School. Master Howard, once of ’95, is employed at Parker, Holmes Co.’s, Boston. Master Cleverly, ’96, and Miss Annie Lingley, ’94, are attending the Boston Art School. Bertha Jameson, ’94, and Florrie Hall, ’95, are training in a kinder- garten school in Boston. Good news comes every day from our principal. Let us hope he may soon return to us. George Melzard, once of ’94, is employed in a men’s wholesale fur- nishing store in Boston. Edmund Hall, ’95, is in the wholesale boot and shoe store of A. P. Tapley Co., Boston. Sorrow has fallen heavily upon two of our schoolmates. Both their classes and the school extend to them their heartfelt sympathy in their bereavement. We are pleased to learn that Mr. Lull, our superintendent, and the Misses Souther, Stone, Abbe and Prince, Master Anderson, ’96, and Mr. Wilder, ’96, enjoyed the sights at the World’s Fair. Our visiting list is increasing. We received visits this month from Miss Strongman, Miss Robbins, Miss Wilder of the Hingham High School, also Master Rideout, once of ’96, and Miss Carrie Lord, a for- mer graduate of this school. She is now studying for assistant teach- er of Music in the public schools. OCTOBER The golden-roc! is yellow, The corn is turning brown. The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down. The gentian’s bluest fringes Are curling in the sun; In dusky pods the milk-weed Its hidden silk has spun. The sedges flaunt their harvest In every meadow nook; And asters by the brookside Make asters in the brook. By all the lovely tokens, October days are here. With summer’s best of wealth, And autumn’s best of cheer. —Exchange.